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Title: Did Anyone See That?
Original Thread: here
Summary: Edgeworth is a sneaky flirter, and no one believes poor Phoenix.
Word Count: 1879
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Phoenix Wright / Miles Edgeworth
Rating: PG-13 at most, bah
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright, not mine
“M-Maya?” He can’t believe what he’s actually about to ask. It’s so…bizarre, he still hasn’t quite wrapped his mind around this. He can already feel heat rising in his face, grimacing and willing it away. It’s like adding insult to…more insult. Or embarrassment. Something.
“Yeah, Nick?” She has no clue, and her sweet smile isn’t helping any. She’s going to laugh. He can feel. She’s going to laugh and he’s asking anyway. Oh God.
“How…uh…” Phoenix scratches the back of his head, laughing sheepishly. Outwardly he laughs, but his inner self is crying in a corner. “How do you know, really know, when someone’s, ehehe, hitting on you?”
Quite. He waits, watches her mull it over for a minute. Hey, maybe he got lucky. Maybe she’ll understand. He’s no good with any of this, and maybe she’s going to take pity on him. It’s his lucky day, his lucky-
A giggle.
Phoenix pales, his hopeful face falling as her giggle escalates into a full out laugh. Oh, please someone end the humiliation. He glances towards the ceiling, wondering if God is a fan of purple. Because they’re certainly not a fan of blue.
“Oh Nick, I’m not laughing at you-” Maya manages to get out between laughs, clutching her stomach she’s laughing so hard.
Right, you’re laughing at my miserable situation. So much better.
“It’s just--ahaha--it’s just…you really can’t tell? When…Nick…” Her eyes flash with something that positively frightens him, and he fears for whatever she’s about to say. “You gotta tell me,” Oh no oh no oh no. Please don’t ask that. Anything but that. Her laughter tapers off and Phoenix braces himself for the question. “Who’s-who is it? Who’s ‘hitting on you’ Nick?”
He could say anyone. Absolutely anyone. No one said he has to tell her the truth. Phoenix is silent, trying to remember the name of the hottest girl that he’s worked with, met, anything. Angel…Regina…Ema… Desirée…
“Miles.” Wait-Miles? He had come up with a list of names, and ended up telling the truth anyway? Phoenix wants to hit himself, whatever part of himself thought it was a good idea to give the right name. It wasn’t crying-in-the-corner-Phoenix, at least he knows that. His train of thought about which part of him he needs to beat the crap out of is broken by abrupt laugh.
“That’s a good one, Nick!” Maya slaps him on the back, and crying-in-the-corner-Phoenix cries harder because she doesn’t even believe that it’s possible. He should have just given a hot girl’s name. Why didn’t he? “But,” She has to pause and wipe her eyes, she’s been laughing so hard that she started crying. Wonderful. “Is… ‘this person’ treating you differently? You know, saying things that don’t really make sense, touching you ‘accidentally’, even just looking at you differently. You know what I m-Nick? Hellooooo, Earth to Nick~ Anyone in there?” She waves her hand in front of his face, but it’s no good. He’s completely gone.
--
At least he’s sure now that Edgeworth is definitely hitting on him. Definitely. Even if he’s doing it when they’re alone, showing up in the most bizarre places, all just to hit on him. It was a sneaky, dastardly, villainous-he really doesn’t hate it that much. It’s the fact that no one-absolutely no one--believes it. Not that he’s going to shot on the mountains, but still. He’s not quite sure whether they don’t believe that it’s Miles, or they don’t believe that anyone would hit on him to begin with. If he has to pick, he hopes it’s the first one.
But today will be different, he tells himself.
Today they’ll realize it. Today is the day where everyone finds out just who’s hitting on who. It starts off very simply. Ask Edgeworth out to a small coffeehouse. (Not that sort of asking out! It’s not a date, not at all, even if that’s probably what Edgeworth thinks… not a date, not at all.) And then it’s as simple as sending out a massive spam email proclaiming ten minutes worth of free coffee.
At least he knows one person is bound to show up.
--
It’s the day.
The day.
Phoenix is trying not to grin too much as he waits for Miles to show up. His eyes are focused on his watch; everything needs to happen with perfect timing.
“I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” He nearly jumps right out of his seat at the hand on his shoulder, the voice in his ear. He’s starting already, and no one else is even hear yet to witness it. Phoenix bites down hard on his lower lip, trying not to choke on air as he collects himself for a response.
“Edgeworth,” He smiles, motioning to the seat across the table. Wait, will Edgeworth be able to hit on him from across the table? Phoenix isn’t really sure how this works, but Edgeworth has yet to have a problem with it wherever there are. “Took you long enough.”
Edgeworth smirks and takes a seat, though his face soon shows mild confusion as he watches the defense attorney ‘inconspicuously’ try to edge his seat closer. The prosecutor laughs, smoothly sliding his seat until it bumps against Phoenix’s.
Oh. Well. That works too.
Phoenix musters up the most charming smile he has in his arsenal, leaning towards the other slightly.
“It was really nice of you to invite me here,” He tries out his suave, looking at Edgeworth expectantly.
“You invited me here, Wright,” Edgeworth flashes a small smile, leaning awfully close for a friendly meeting. (So what if he had technically ‘asked him out’, that didn’t count) He glances quickly over his shoulder-damn. No one was here to see that.
“Oh-oh right.” He smiles, embarrassed, tilting his head to hide the flush in his cheeks. Stupid flirty Edgeworth. “That I did.”
The prosecutor reaches for a menu, casting a sideways glance at his companion.
“You don’t have anything to be nervous about, do you?” The way he asks it makes Phoenix freeze up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Woah woah when did his face get so close to his neck?
“Problem, Wright?” And just like that Miles is sitting up straight, casually glancing over the menu. All is well until Phoenix feels an unfamiliar weight resting on his knee (well, not that unfamiliar, he begrudgingly reminds himself), and as expected, when he glances down there’s Miles’s hand, perfectly comfy-cozy on his leg.
By the time Phoenix looks back up at him however, both hands are back on the menu. The look on Edgeworth’s face is a little too smug for his liking, and Phoenix mutters something as he reaches for his own menu. Damn it, why is no one here yet?
The bell on the door rings as someone, no-two someones, enter, and Phoenix inwardly rejoices. Witnesses! Now all he needs is Edgeworth to do something…incriminating. Like hitting on him. Come on, you were just doing it. Do it again damn you!
Phoenix blinks, thrown off by his own thinking. Er. Well he doesn’t mean it like that.
The defense attorney squirms, feeling breath against his neck. Phoenix’s gaze shifts to Edgeworth briefly before he whips his head around.
“LOOK.” It’s the first word that comes to his mind, he just wants someone to see. Maya and Pearl Fey. Eh…ehehe. But at least now she’ll believe him.
“Oh, hey Nick!” Maya calls from where they sit, waving happily. Pearl waves right along with her. She seems a bit puzzled by the company he’s keeping today-and for good reason! (Or so Phoenix assumes.) But Edgeworth, he’s… damn it Edgeworth! He’s back to his normal position, still looking at the menu.
Crying-in-the-corner-Phoenix makes his return.
“You-you saw right?” Phoenix asks, glancing suspiciously at Edgeworth, whose innocent face is driving him crazy. “Edgeworth-just now-” Maya tilts her head to the side, and Phoenix struggles to resist bashing his forehead into the table. Life’s not fair. “N-Nevermind.”
Alright, back to business. The day is young, there’s still time. The door opens again. More people shuffle inside. Victory!
“Have you decided yet, Wright?” Edgeworth is back to being close, this time his arm ‘harmlessly’ around his shoulders, chin ‘innocently’ resting on the closer of the two shoulders. Phoenix has to fight to keep his composure, a stupid smile starting to form on his lips before he realizes what he’s here for.
“See? SEE?!”
Oh wow. The crowd is larger than he expects it to be. How many people did he send that email to again?
Maya has apparently elected herself the mob spokesperson, because she’s the one that cheerfully asks “whatchu talking bout willis nick”. In a more Maya-like fashion of course, but what she says doesn’t matter. It’s what she sees. And apparently, Miles’s flirting is invisibly to everyone but him.
When he slumps forward again, Edgeworth is placing is order, and ordering for the both of them, apparently. Not that it really matters. He hasn’t come here to actually think about ordering-this is all about his master plan! Which is currently falling flat on his face.
The bell on the door dings happily as even more people make their way inside. Their drinks (oh wow, that was fast) are placed in front of them and as the waitress leaves Edgeworth is again practicing the art of personal space invasion, laughing under his breath as he lets his lips brush over Phoenix’s jaw.
His lips.
On his jaw.
Phoenix leaps from his seat, knocking over his chair in the process.
“Oh come on! You saw that, you all saw… that…”
Everyone’s staring at him. (How many people got that email? Holy…)
Staring.
No one saw it. They were all right there and…
Phoenix glances over his shoulder at Miles, who is back on the opposite side of the table what the hell, sipping his tea like it’s nobody’s business. Maya is the only one to approach the apparently crazy and very loud man.
“Hey Nick, are you feeling alright?” She asks. “You look a little pale.”
“Nothing… it’s nothing…” Defeated, he picks up his chair and listens to the mob (after finding out there really was no free coffee) file out.
They leave together, and Phoenix tries not to look too depressed over how badly his plan worked out.
“Something wrong?” Edgeworth asks slyly. As if he doesn’t know.
“You know.” He grumbles out, straightening his posture slightly. “You-you do that when no one’s looking and--!” Edgeworth is smiling. Smirking, more like it. But the smug look is something he’s used to seeing.
“That’s a problem?”
“Well…yeah! Everyone thinks I’m crazy! They never see and--” Phoenix is silenced as he’s pushed into a small alley, then up against a wall. “Hey hey hey what are you--!?”
The prosecutor’s lips are enough to silence him momentarily.
“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” Phoenix grumbles in defeat, once he has some space to breathe.
“Maybe.” Ah, the patented Edgeworth smirk.
“I hate you,” He says with a long sigh, letting his forehead drop onto the other’s shoulder. “ I really hate you.”
Original Thread: here
Summary: Edgeworth is a sneaky flirter, and no one believes poor Phoenix.
Word Count: 1879
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Phoenix Wright / Miles Edgeworth
Rating: PG-13 at most, bah
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright, not mine
“M-Maya?” He can’t believe what he’s actually about to ask. It’s so…bizarre, he still hasn’t quite wrapped his mind around this. He can already feel heat rising in his face, grimacing and willing it away. It’s like adding insult to…more insult. Or embarrassment. Something.
“Yeah, Nick?” She has no clue, and her sweet smile isn’t helping any. She’s going to laugh. He can feel. She’s going to laugh and he’s asking anyway. Oh God.
“How…uh…” Phoenix scratches the back of his head, laughing sheepishly. Outwardly he laughs, but his inner self is crying in a corner. “How do you know, really know, when someone’s, ehehe, hitting on you?”
Quite. He waits, watches her mull it over for a minute. Hey, maybe he got lucky. Maybe she’ll understand. He’s no good with any of this, and maybe she’s going to take pity on him. It’s his lucky day, his lucky-
A giggle.
Phoenix pales, his hopeful face falling as her giggle escalates into a full out laugh. Oh, please someone end the humiliation. He glances towards the ceiling, wondering if God is a fan of purple. Because they’re certainly not a fan of blue.
“Oh Nick, I’m not laughing at you-” Maya manages to get out between laughs, clutching her stomach she’s laughing so hard.
Right, you’re laughing at my miserable situation. So much better.
“It’s just--ahaha--it’s just…you really can’t tell? When…Nick…” Her eyes flash with something that positively frightens him, and he fears for whatever she’s about to say. “You gotta tell me,” Oh no oh no oh no. Please don’t ask that. Anything but that. Her laughter tapers off and Phoenix braces himself for the question. “Who’s-who is it? Who’s ‘hitting on you’ Nick?”
He could say anyone. Absolutely anyone. No one said he has to tell her the truth. Phoenix is silent, trying to remember the name of the hottest girl that he’s worked with, met, anything. Angel…Regina…Ema… Desirée…
“Miles.” Wait-Miles? He had come up with a list of names, and ended up telling the truth anyway? Phoenix wants to hit himself, whatever part of himself thought it was a good idea to give the right name. It wasn’t crying-in-the-corner-Phoenix, at least he knows that. His train of thought about which part of him he needs to beat the crap out of is broken by abrupt laugh.
“That’s a good one, Nick!” Maya slaps him on the back, and crying-in-the-corner-Phoenix cries harder because she doesn’t even believe that it’s possible. He should have just given a hot girl’s name. Why didn’t he? “But,” She has to pause and wipe her eyes, she’s been laughing so hard that she started crying. Wonderful. “Is… ‘this person’ treating you differently? You know, saying things that don’t really make sense, touching you ‘accidentally’, even just looking at you differently. You know what I m-Nick? Hellooooo, Earth to Nick~ Anyone in there?” She waves her hand in front of his face, but it’s no good. He’s completely gone.
--
At least he’s sure now that Edgeworth is definitely hitting on him. Definitely. Even if he’s doing it when they’re alone, showing up in the most bizarre places, all just to hit on him. It was a sneaky, dastardly, villainous-he really doesn’t hate it that much. It’s the fact that no one-absolutely no one--believes it. Not that he’s going to shot on the mountains, but still. He’s not quite sure whether they don’t believe that it’s Miles, or they don’t believe that anyone would hit on him to begin with. If he has to pick, he hopes it’s the first one.
But today will be different, he tells himself.
Today they’ll realize it. Today is the day where everyone finds out just who’s hitting on who. It starts off very simply. Ask Edgeworth out to a small coffeehouse. (Not that sort of asking out! It’s not a date, not at all, even if that’s probably what Edgeworth thinks… not a date, not at all.) And then it’s as simple as sending out a massive spam email proclaiming ten minutes worth of free coffee.
At least he knows one person is bound to show up.
--
It’s the day.
The day.
Phoenix is trying not to grin too much as he waits for Miles to show up. His eyes are focused on his watch; everything needs to happen with perfect timing.
“I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?” He nearly jumps right out of his seat at the hand on his shoulder, the voice in his ear. He’s starting already, and no one else is even hear yet to witness it. Phoenix bites down hard on his lower lip, trying not to choke on air as he collects himself for a response.
“Edgeworth,” He smiles, motioning to the seat across the table. Wait, will Edgeworth be able to hit on him from across the table? Phoenix isn’t really sure how this works, but Edgeworth has yet to have a problem with it wherever there are. “Took you long enough.”
Edgeworth smirks and takes a seat, though his face soon shows mild confusion as he watches the defense attorney ‘inconspicuously’ try to edge his seat closer. The prosecutor laughs, smoothly sliding his seat until it bumps against Phoenix’s.
Oh. Well. That works too.
Phoenix musters up the most charming smile he has in his arsenal, leaning towards the other slightly.
“It was really nice of you to invite me here,” He tries out his suave, looking at Edgeworth expectantly.
“You invited me here, Wright,” Edgeworth flashes a small smile, leaning awfully close for a friendly meeting. (So what if he had technically ‘asked him out’, that didn’t count) He glances quickly over his shoulder-damn. No one was here to see that.
“Oh-oh right.” He smiles, embarrassed, tilting his head to hide the flush in his cheeks. Stupid flirty Edgeworth. “That I did.”
The prosecutor reaches for a menu, casting a sideways glance at his companion.
“You don’t have anything to be nervous about, do you?” The way he asks it makes Phoenix freeze up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Woah woah when did his face get so close to his neck?
“Problem, Wright?” And just like that Miles is sitting up straight, casually glancing over the menu. All is well until Phoenix feels an unfamiliar weight resting on his knee (well, not that unfamiliar, he begrudgingly reminds himself), and as expected, when he glances down there’s Miles’s hand, perfectly comfy-cozy on his leg.
By the time Phoenix looks back up at him however, both hands are back on the menu. The look on Edgeworth’s face is a little too smug for his liking, and Phoenix mutters something as he reaches for his own menu. Damn it, why is no one here yet?
The bell on the door rings as someone, no-two someones, enter, and Phoenix inwardly rejoices. Witnesses! Now all he needs is Edgeworth to do something…incriminating. Like hitting on him. Come on, you were just doing it. Do it again damn you!
Phoenix blinks, thrown off by his own thinking. Er. Well he doesn’t mean it like that.
The defense attorney squirms, feeling breath against his neck. Phoenix’s gaze shifts to Edgeworth briefly before he whips his head around.
“LOOK.” It’s the first word that comes to his mind, he just wants someone to see. Maya and Pearl Fey. Eh…ehehe. But at least now she’ll believe him.
“Oh, hey Nick!” Maya calls from where they sit, waving happily. Pearl waves right along with her. She seems a bit puzzled by the company he’s keeping today-and for good reason! (Or so Phoenix assumes.) But Edgeworth, he’s… damn it Edgeworth! He’s back to his normal position, still looking at the menu.
Crying-in-the-corner-Phoenix makes his return.
“You-you saw right?” Phoenix asks, glancing suspiciously at Edgeworth, whose innocent face is driving him crazy. “Edgeworth-just now-” Maya tilts her head to the side, and Phoenix struggles to resist bashing his forehead into the table. Life’s not fair. “N-Nevermind.”
Alright, back to business. The day is young, there’s still time. The door opens again. More people shuffle inside. Victory!
“Have you decided yet, Wright?” Edgeworth is back to being close, this time his arm ‘harmlessly’ around his shoulders, chin ‘innocently’ resting on the closer of the two shoulders. Phoenix has to fight to keep his composure, a stupid smile starting to form on his lips before he realizes what he’s here for.
“See? SEE?!”
Oh wow. The crowd is larger than he expects it to be. How many people did he send that email to again?
Maya has apparently elected herself the mob spokesperson, because she’s the one that cheerfully asks “whatchu talking bout willis nick”. In a more Maya-like fashion of course, but what she says doesn’t matter. It’s what she sees. And apparently, Miles’s flirting is invisibly to everyone but him.
When he slumps forward again, Edgeworth is placing is order, and ordering for the both of them, apparently. Not that it really matters. He hasn’t come here to actually think about ordering-this is all about his master plan! Which is currently falling flat on his face.
The bell on the door dings happily as even more people make their way inside. Their drinks (oh wow, that was fast) are placed in front of them and as the waitress leaves Edgeworth is again practicing the art of personal space invasion, laughing under his breath as he lets his lips brush over Phoenix’s jaw.
His lips.
On his jaw.
Phoenix leaps from his seat, knocking over his chair in the process.
“Oh come on! You saw that, you all saw… that…”
Everyone’s staring at him. (How many people got that email? Holy…)
Staring.
No one saw it. They were all right there and…
Phoenix glances over his shoulder at Miles, who is back on the opposite side of the table what the hell, sipping his tea like it’s nobody’s business. Maya is the only one to approach the apparently crazy and very loud man.
“Hey Nick, are you feeling alright?” She asks. “You look a little pale.”
“Nothing… it’s nothing…” Defeated, he picks up his chair and listens to the mob (after finding out there really was no free coffee) file out.
They leave together, and Phoenix tries not to look too depressed over how badly his plan worked out.
“Something wrong?” Edgeworth asks slyly. As if he doesn’t know.
“You know.” He grumbles out, straightening his posture slightly. “You-you do that when no one’s looking and--!” Edgeworth is smiling. Smirking, more like it. But the smug look is something he’s used to seeing.
“That’s a problem?”
“Well…yeah! Everyone thinks I’m crazy! They never see and--” Phoenix is silenced as he’s pushed into a small alley, then up against a wall. “Hey hey hey what are you--!?”
The prosecutor’s lips are enough to silence him momentarily.
“You’re doing it on purpose, aren’t you?” Phoenix grumbles in defeat, once he has some space to breathe.
“Maybe.” Ah, the patented Edgeworth smirk.
“I hate you,” He says with a long sigh, letting his forehead drop onto the other’s shoulder. “ I really hate you.”